I sighed as the suspect in front of me denied committing the crime for the 9th time that night.

"Look, there's sufficient evidence against you, so why don't you just admit it?" I said exasperatedly, rubbing my temples with my fingers.

"B-But I didn't do it! Honest!" he spluttered, his hands all the while rubbing the gigantic orb in front of him.

"Kid, there's enough evidence here to sink Titanic. Now, just admit that you did it so I can go home." I was getting irritated as all my colleagues have already left and this was the only room still lighted up. 

"I-I really didn't do i-OH!" he suddenly gasped and leaned forward, rubbing his belly frantically.

"What's wrong now?" I sighed and leaned across the table. My eyes bulged out when I saw a wet mark forming in his pants. Oh, shit. Was this kid in labor?

"Um, okay, l-let's get you to the hospital, then." I got up and was at the door, expecting him to follow me when I realised that I didn't hear the chair legs scrape across the cold, concrete ground. "Kid?"

I turned around and saw him panting as he lifted his orange shirt, exposing his heavily pregnant belly. He pushed the plastic chair he was sitting on backwards and he leaned into it, pale hands running all over his distended stomach.

"Kid, you gotta let me get you to a hospital. There's only two of us here and I don't know how to deliver a damn baby!" I tried to reason with him to get up and get moving but he seemed oblivious to my words, groaning and gritting his teeth with every contraction.

"Oh god, it's coming!" he screamed, pulling down his pants down and letting them pool at his ankles before he bore down, moaning and gripping his belly so tightly that when he removed his hands, I could see faint purple marks on it. 

I stepped backwards in shock as I saw fluid and blood drip onto the floor and without thinking, strode forward and put my arms underneath the laboring boy and put him on the interrogation table, spreading his legs wide.

"W-What are you doing?" the boy panted, lifting his head to look at his stomach before collapsing on the table again, his hands at either side of his heaving belly.

"Just push." I said, feeling a little disturbed at looking at his bare body. His groans turned into grunts as more fluid leaked out of him and he started to push together with his contractions, leaning forward and curling up on his huge belly each time he felt one.

He reached a hand down to touch at his opening and turned to me. "Is the head out yet?" he asked, trying to feel for the baby's head as he groaned and arched his back up as another contraction gripped him.

I felt a wave of nausea as I looked between his widely spread legs and saw his gaping hole. I saw a silver of hair and watched it slowly slide out as he pushed and tried to birth his baby.

"Um, not yet, but I think it's coming soon." I spluttered, looking away from the opening which was dripping with fluid as fast as possible. 

"Oh god!" he groaned and suddenly grabbed his knees, pulling them towards his chest as he bore down. I could see his face turning red from the effort and he rubbed his stomach as I saw it tighten and contort, trying to push the baby down his birth canal.

I saw blood come out of his opening and drip onto the table as he threw his head back, pushing and trying to give birth to this baby with all his strength.

I heard him sigh as the head exited his body and he touched the baby's head with both hands. Tears collected in his eyes as he pushed down again and the little body was expelled from his and a gush of fluids came out as well.

"M-My baby," he rasped, and I stood frozen from shock. Had I just witnessed a live birth? Had I just witnessed a man give birth? 

He cried as he picked up his baby and put it on his chest, kissing it and stroking it's hair. He winced once before he pushed lightly and I saw a bloody thing - the placenta, I guessed - come out of his body with a sickening plop.

I bit my lip and quietly left the room, breaking off into a run to get the night guard.